Where The Trail Bends

Where the trail bends, appeals to me, more than where the trail ends. I hear it talk of life’s walk, with its many twists and turns, yet today I plunge on straight ahead, off the trail, going where my heart yearns. Looking ahead I see a doe and her fawn, and as quickly as I see them, they are gone. As I wander, I see blooms of bluebells, growing along the steep fells. I find a sitting log and take a seat, wondering what else I might meet, and a squirrel scolds me, as it scrambles up a tree. I recline, thinking about the silent solitude in these wilderness reprieves, as the sunlight, gentle today, dapples the woodland tree leaves. They shimmer as they flutter in the breeze that blows and a wonderful thought inside me grows. Out here, on my own, all alone, in this wilderness serene, I am the only person on our entire globe, seeing and feeling this peaceful scene.